Page 9 of Pucking Snowed In with the Enemy

Her eyes never left mine as she slid me into her mouth, and I sucked in a ragged breath as she played with the three rings. Each one sent another shock through my body, and I gathered up her soft hair, holding it on top of her head to get a better view. I groaned, my head falling back as she sucked like her life truly depended on it. I was still going to tan her adorable ass no matter what, but giving her incentive had been a very wise decision.

“Fuck,” I growled, my grip tightening in her hair. She was good, very fucking good, and all I could envision was killing the men who had taught her with my bare hands. I could never have her again, and maybe that was why I desired her, but something about the complicated Savannah made me want to call her mine. With a guttural moan on her lips, I popped out of her mouth, but only so she could lick up and down my shaft. Her eyes were glazed, the lust taking over, and I knew she would be soaking wet. My cock kicked at the thought of getting inside of her, but I held off on the urges, wanting her to do what I asked and take the edge off first.

“Fucking hell,” I said as she sucked my balls into her hot mouth. She moaned and swirled her tongue around, and a deadly rage grew. Had she ever been on her knees like this in front of that ex of hers? I didn’t get jealous, and yet, the anger brewing within me called to kill someone and make them pay for ever touching what was mine. Ridiculous. A fucking blowjob, no matter how good, shouldn’t cause such a visceral reaction.

Her hand flew up and down my shaft, and my eyebrows raised when she released my balls to spit on my cock and then resumed sucking. Someone was definitely dying.

“Yes, that’s it…so fucking close.”

I didn’t think Savannah could take it up another level, but she proved me wrong. The room filled with her moans and sucking, driving me crazy. She suddenly stopped right at the tip and sucked hard as her tongue played with the rings.

“Ah! Fuck, yes!” Bracing myself, I gripped her hair in both hands as I came. The pleasure paralyzed me and stole my breath away. “Fuck me, that was good,” I said as I watched her lick her lips and then the head of my cock like she really was a kitten. I really liked that name for her.

She smiled coyly at me and then laughed as she leaned back and lost her balance, falling on her ass. I grinned, watching her as she laughed until she cried. Kicking off my shoes, I finished stripping. As she wiped away the tears, I picked her up and sat her on the bed.

“I’m a mess,” she said, and her bottom lip started to tremble.

“No, you’re not,” I said, tipping her head up. The guarded look I saw in all of her photos and earlier down at the bar was wiped away with the effects of the alcohol in her system. What lay underneath were the remnants of pain I was used to seeing. I quickly pushed the thought aside, there was no place for thoughts of my fucking, unfaithful father in this room. “Do you still want this, Savannah?”

I didn’t typically give someone an out this far in, but I was feeling compassionate. “Yes.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Please fuck me,” she whispered, her voice holding a deadly longing. There was a connection with her I didn’t understand, and I glanced at my clothes, knowing I should leave before I did something stupid like develop feelings. Savannah gripped my wrist and brought my hand to her cheek, leaning into the palm of my hand. “Please.”

I was going to regret this. I could feel it, but I didn’t want to say no to her, whatever the reason. “Alright, but no more tears.”

Savannah nodded and wiped her cheeks. Holding out my hands, she placed hers into mine, and I pulled her to her feet. She swayed slightly, which would’ve been disastrous in the high heels if she were on her own.

“Turn around,” I ordered. Savannah slowly turned, and I unzipped the black dress and let it pool on the ground. “You’re very sexy,” I said as she faced me, her cheeks rosy and her eyes hooded as she looked at me from under her thick lashes. “Drop your arms,” I said, and she bit her lip, a tiny bit of nervousness showing, but they fell to her side, letting me feast on her pink areolas and hard nipples. I slowly lifted her arms out to the side and loved it when she rolled out her shoulders and looked me in the eyes.

“Yes, don’t ever hide from me. If you do it again, I’ll punish you.”

“Why?”

A snarl curled my lip. “Because in the bedroom, you are mine, and that’s what I want.”

She tilted her head as she looked at me, and even through the fog of the alcohol, I could see the wheels of her intelligent mind working. “There won’t be another time.”

The simmering rage flared. I grabbed Savannah by the throat and pushed her up against the wall, her eyes wide with surprise. “I tell you when there won’t be another time, you don’t tell me.” What the fuck was I doing? “Do you understand me, Savannah?” Goosebumps rose along her skin.

“But….”

Pulling her toward me, I turned her around and pushed her face first up against the wall. “There are no buts. Do you understand that you’re mine?”

“But….” She tried again, and I lost my cool.

Yanking her thong to the side, I thrust into her pussy and growled in her ear as she cried out. “Do you feel that?”

Thrust.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

Thrust.

“This pussy is mine. Your body is mine.”

Thrust.